Disposed

There was trouble
Then a tumbling down
Maybe it was a mirage
Or a wasteland of thought
Now another treasure is in the trash
Thrown away because of the past
But it's not hard to hear
The albums of yesteryear
Still playing the songs
We should have danced with
All the ones you were deaf to

© 2023 Loly Rinn
11-Line Poetic Ponderings
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